
Date of issue: 29.09.2011
Song language: English
As Low as Possible |
As I roved out, Westport Bridge Street |
Nearly twelve years old and my eyes were on my feet |
I was bang in step to those post-showband ballads |
And the hotel lobby promised Strawberry Beds and Sonny |
As a lowly cipher then, that seemed encrypted: and I drifted |
Off on a song |
Sent from the Turkish winter, three cassettes for a tenner |
Played as low as possible |
Then on a white Cretan terrace near the sun |
The breaks were fierce and the children always won |
The staff took their beatings well and stuck to singing |
Is She Really Going Out With Him? |
Joe Jackson, Prefab Sprout and Tears for Fears: painted-on ears |
Offered a song |
Nothing I sought or wanted, music had been invented |
Played as low as possible |
If there’s a moment, one moment of importance |
And that’s uncertain as life on other planets |
Then it’s the morning you landed in our garage |
Holding a camera, some distant scientist tracking your moves |
You presented me, the native, with a clock around which to rock |
Oh, and a song |
Nothing I sought or wanted, music was re-invented |
Played as low as |
Played as low as |